Amy.

I grunted, releasing my hold on my breath, finally feeling the sweat flow down my brow. I glanced down at Talia, her face contorted in a profound expression of bliss and sadness, like she was desperately clinging onto something. Gently I brought my lips to hers and she responded, pure and gentle like an angel.

"Thank you," she murmured. "...I only wish this didn't have to end."

"I know." Glancing past the side of my vision, I noticed Amy diligently holding onto the camcorder with one hand - while her other was shoved under her undone zipper.

"There is one thing I need your help with, though," I grinned.

"What's that?"

"Take over the camera for me."

It took Talia three seconds to realize what I had in store and grin from ear to ear as well. In a swift movement I hoisted her up from the couch and we both advanced to Amy, still too transfixed on her other hand to recognize what was happening.

"W-wait, you guys - "

Before she could protest, my wife was quickly interrupted as I yanked her hand out of her pants, flicking my tongue over her soaked fingers. Talia tickled her side, distracting her enough to pry the camcorder out of Amy's remaining hand.

"Ian? What are you doing?" Amy half gasped, half laughed as I turned her on her feet. Unsteadily, her pelvis rested against mine with my firmly planted heels supporting both our weight as she leaned backwards. "This is their special moment with you."

"It is. It's my special moment too," I agreed, kissing my beloved wife on the cheek. "And that means it's yours, too."

Any protest Amy might have had were silenced as I tugged her pants down, unveiling a trail of her dribbling arousal. Somehow, we found our way to the closest wall we could, with my borrowed pants still clogging Amy's ankles like a sexy three-legged race. No sooner than Amy placed both her palms on the flat surface I aimed right for her G-spot and went in.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" Barely before she had time to breathe between curses I shoved my length up her tunnel, moving in and out while Amy grated her covered nipples against the wall. While she had definitely mellowed over the years, Amy retained her undeniable competitive spirit - it was obvious that she was feeling left out, and even if she didn't feel bad about it, I did. I owed it to the woman who trained me, molded me into the man, lover and husband I was today. She needed - we needed the "intermission".

I tightened my grip, intent on taking Amy past the finish line as soon as possible so we could return to our friends, practically skewering her amazing ass from below. As though in sync, Amy seemed to get the message as she worked her flexible backside, twerking on my mast at full **** as she threw her hair in my face.

It was genuinely difficult not to explode inside of my wife, but I gritted my teeth as we rammed against each other like construction tools.

"Ooooh! Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck fuuuuuuucck!"

Completely losing herself, Amy pushed herself against the wall. This ended up tipping the balance enough, such that the two of us fell backwards, landing on my glutes. It wasn't the first time we fell to the floor experimenting with positions, and I kept hammering on as Amy began riding the crest of her wave. A loud rip was heard as she tore her shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere so she could pinch her nipple with one hand while tending to her clit with the other. Eventually, she shook so hard that my cock fell out with a plop, but this was no longer of any concern to her. Fingers jammed up her labia, Amy stiffened as she draped her hair over my face, painting a dark stain on the carpet.